I HAD a bitter remark on watching paradox space crank out the next poorly assembled Jane simulacrum, but my better nature has gotten the best of me. I cannot find it within myself to hate these iterations! A shoddy Jane is still a Jane, I say! There, there, sweet Quasimodo of my various tropes and features. Into my arms with you.
You truly are the most magnanimous of us, Miss Crocker. I doubt I'd have the patience if some bumbling facsimile of me came blundering through chittr.
I think they've got the spirit. Sort of.
Mm. Perhaps some of them. None capture your perfection, however.
Aren't you a sweet morsel? :B
I simply speak the truth, Miss Crocker. Falsehoods and lies simply dissipate when I find myself in your presence. A funny quirk of your powers, perhaps?